Damycles
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Alvin was a little surprised by the arrow that clipped his greave, actually he was downright shocked. Enough so that if the arrow didn't strike true and hit the enemy lancer Alvin wasn't likely to hit him either. The prince's head whipped to look behind him, spotting the offending archer. He'd never seen him before but apparently he was trying to help........Or not
He brought his attention back to the battle at hand, the lancer replaced by a warrior with an axe. Alvin knew he had to back off, if that warrior got too close he and Medea were finished. All it would take was getting inside the range of his lance, then the warrior could wreak some true havoc. With that thought in mind Alvin tugged on the reigns, causing Medea to pull back in response.
"Marwood now! The Warrior's all yours!" Alvin called as he drew back behind Griswal who was valiantly fighting a swordsman. In truth Alvin really wanted to help Lexa, unfortunately there was no way he could get in there to help. "After we finish this lot off there's only two more that stand in between us and the gate." He informed Griswal, in a rather serious tone coming from the prince. "Oh and if these guys are too fast for you Grizzly Bear I can handle them." The prince added in a tone that was much closer to what you'd expect.
He brought his attention back to the battle at hand, the lancer replaced by a warrior with an axe. Alvin knew he had to back off, if that warrior got too close he and Medea were finished. All it would take was getting inside the range of his lance, then the warrior could wreak some true havoc. With that thought in mind Alvin tugged on the reigns, causing Medea to pull back in response.
"Marwood now! The Warrior's all yours!" Alvin called as he drew back behind Griswal who was valiantly fighting a swordsman. In truth Alvin really wanted to help Lexa, unfortunately there was no way he could get in there to help. "After we finish this lot off there's only two more that stand in between us and the gate." He informed Griswal, in a rather serious tone coming from the prince. "Oh and if these guys are too fast for you Grizzly Bear I can handle them." The prince added in a tone that was much closer to what you'd expect.
Garen was traveling to a nearby village when he heard the commotion. Usually he wasn't one to travel at night but given the circumstances he was in a hurry. He had heard rumors that in this village someone was setting up an expedition into the Fog, Garen couldn't let something like that pass him by.
So he was as a wraith passing through the trees, silent, careful. Finally he was passing a farm when the familiar sounds of combat reached his ears. He slowly drew Gwynt, it's polished, engraved blade shining in the moonlight. Garen crept to the edge of the light coming from a bonfire, there he saw a few men fighting, just a bunch of dark figures against the firelight. He moved on through the trees, searching for any indication of what he might like to do.
Eventually he found a group of scattered men working their way through the trees. From the corner of his eye he saw a dark figure descend and kill one, then two. The figure glided through the shadows as if made of the darkness itself. Garen couldn't help but be captivated by the figure's grace and finesse. At least he knew one thing for certain, he didn't want to make that his enemy.
Garen took the figure's lead, stalking wayward men and quickly ending them. The first one that he targeted had no idea what happened as he plunged Gwynt through the man's throat. The second was lucky enough to see him but not quick enough to avoid decapitation. Finally he found a man wearing bone armor and wielding a spear. Garen silently drew up to his back, thrusting Gwynt right at the man's throat. The man turned in time to block his attack, the two locked eyes as their weapons clattered off the other. "Well, you like a leader of some form, care to dance?" A challenge as Garen held his blade up to block any counterattacks from his opponent.
So he was as a wraith passing through the trees, silent, careful. Finally he was passing a farm when the familiar sounds of combat reached his ears. He slowly drew Gwynt, it's polished, engraved blade shining in the moonlight. Garen crept to the edge of the light coming from a bonfire, there he saw a few men fighting, just a bunch of dark figures against the firelight. He moved on through the trees, searching for any indication of what he might like to do.
Eventually he found a group of scattered men working their way through the trees. From the corner of his eye he saw a dark figure descend and kill one, then two. The figure glided through the shadows as if made of the darkness itself. Garen couldn't help but be captivated by the figure's grace and finesse. At least he knew one thing for certain, he didn't want to make that his enemy.
Garen took the figure's lead, stalking wayward men and quickly ending them. The first one that he targeted had no idea what happened as he plunged Gwynt through the man's throat. The second was lucky enough to see him but not quick enough to avoid decapitation. Finally he found a man wearing bone armor and wielding a spear. Garen silently drew up to his back, thrusting Gwynt right at the man's throat. The man turned in time to block his attack, the two locked eyes as their weapons clattered off the other. "Well, you like a leader of some form, care to dance?" A challenge as Garen held his blade up to block any counterattacks from his opponent.
Name: Garen Steelsinger
Appearance:
Garen is a rather tall, muscular man standing around 6'1", his shaggy brown hair nearly reaches his shoulders. His eyes, under his brooding brow are dark and cunning, constantly scanning his surroundings. His rough, weathered face bears small scars from countless battles and his square, rigid jaw is unshaven.
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Skills and standard abilities: Due to countless hours of training and even more hours and years of combat experience Garen has a very keen grasp of martial combat. Skilled with the sword, lance, warhammer, crossbow, and many other armaments. Also something of a strategist Garen has disciplined his mind to think many moves in advance, as such he's not only an able and dangerous combatant but a capable and quick-thinking commander.
Supernatural/ magical abilities:
The Song of Steel, Dance of Death: Garen himself would say his extreme proficiency with his blades came with hours upon hours of practice.
Other more superstitious crowds believe him to be a demon warrior incarnate, whose only purpose in the world is to reap death upon whomever he pleases. Whatever the actual case, Garen is so attuned to his weapons and his body that when he fights his blades sing a funeral dirge for his enemies. The only sounds to be heard is the whooshing of blades slicing the air, the clanging of metal beating metal, and the screams of his defeated foes.
Job: Mercenary, Soldier.
Personality: To most Garen is a rough, cynical person having seen and dealt with enough death to make the man cold and indifferent to the cruelties of the world. As a wanderer and professional soldier Garen is disciplined, shrewd, logical, sarcastic, and at times a bit ruthless. Still, his iron like persona has soft spots, particularly towards children whom if he's in an area long enough will teach kids how to read, write, and otherwise survive. He gives those he counts as friends high regards and always pay his debts, loyalty with loyalty, blood with blood.
Equipment: Twin longswords named Gwynt and Tân, a light metal heater shield, a longbow with a quiver of arrows. A steel breastplate, greaves, pauldrons, and gauntlets. The rest of his armor is made of leather and a little hide. He has a shortsword strapped to his back and a hunting knife on his right leg. Aside from that he has basic survial gear, a waterskin, pack, bedroll, flint and steel.
Appearance:
Garen is a rather tall, muscular man standing around 6'1", his shaggy brown hair nearly reaches his shoulders. His eyes, under his brooding brow are dark and cunning, constantly scanning his surroundings. His rough, weathered face bears small scars from countless battles and his square, rigid jaw is unshaven.
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Skills and standard abilities: Due to countless hours of training and even more hours and years of combat experience Garen has a very keen grasp of martial combat. Skilled with the sword, lance, warhammer, crossbow, and many other armaments. Also something of a strategist Garen has disciplined his mind to think many moves in advance, as such he's not only an able and dangerous combatant but a capable and quick-thinking commander.
Supernatural/ magical abilities:
The Song of Steel, Dance of Death: Garen himself would say his extreme proficiency with his blades came with hours upon hours of practice.
Other more superstitious crowds believe him to be a demon warrior incarnate, whose only purpose in the world is to reap death upon whomever he pleases. Whatever the actual case, Garen is so attuned to his weapons and his body that when he fights his blades sing a funeral dirge for his enemies. The only sounds to be heard is the whooshing of blades slicing the air, the clanging of metal beating metal, and the screams of his defeated foes.
Job: Mercenary, Soldier.
Personality: To most Garen is a rough, cynical person having seen and dealt with enough death to make the man cold and indifferent to the cruelties of the world. As a wanderer and professional soldier Garen is disciplined, shrewd, logical, sarcastic, and at times a bit ruthless. Still, his iron like persona has soft spots, particularly towards children whom if he's in an area long enough will teach kids how to read, write, and otherwise survive. He gives those he counts as friends high regards and always pay his debts, loyalty with loyalty, blood with blood.
Equipment: Twin longswords named Gwynt and Tân, a light metal heater shield, a longbow with a quiver of arrows. A steel breastplate, greaves, pauldrons, and gauntlets. The rest of his armor is made of leather and a little hide. He has a shortsword strapped to his back and a hunting knife on his right leg. Aside from that he has basic survial gear, a waterskin, pack, bedroll, flint and steel.
Excellent, I'll get started on a CS right away.
I haven't read everything quite yet, but I've read the OP and the first few of the IC, looks interesting. Happen to have a spot open?
I'm always up for a Dark Souls-esque RP. For the purposes of character background, which game is this setting closest to?
Present and accounted for as well. I'm not involved in the college thing but I know quite a few who are, gotta love finals eh?
Truly of of everything Griswald's response has been the most anticipated post of this RP thus far, I am not disappointed.
Yup, just what I thought. He's an evil villain who's by now hacked his way into our computers. Expect to be strangled by your phone/Ipod/device charger at the next most inconvenient opportunity. And that is my PSA for the week, ladies and gentlemen thank you for tuning in I'll see ya next time.
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